“Yeah”  Ky and I answered simultaneously.  

“Really?”  She asked unbelieving.  

Me and my sister glanced at each other than nodded our confirmation.  Is it so unreasonable?

“But go back 8 years.  Do you still hate her when you think about then?”

I listened and I thought back to when I was 8 and before my life went haywire.  

“Yup.”  I answered.  Mom always went out to much.  She worked a lot.  And she didn’t have enough time for us as kids.

“She just wasn’t a good mother.”  Kyla said at last.

Aunty Lisa shook her head at us and stood abruptly.  “Come on.”  She said beckoned with her hands.

None of us moved.

“I said come on!  Were going somewhere.  Now get in the car!”  She tossed us the keys and walked further into the house.  That was the strictest voice I ever heard out of her.  It was truly scary.  

I sighed but complied.  “Come on.”  I lead the way out the door and to aunty’s van.  “It was old and the lock didn’t work so I had to manually stick the key into the hole.  Kyla took shot gun while me and Spencer huddled in the back. 

“Were do you think she’s taking us?”  Ky asked.

I shrugged.  My head was literally pounding right now.  Spencer patted her legs and I happily laid down on them.  Her soft hands stoked my hair and massaged my scalp.  As Spencer and Kyla talked.  I didn’t hear what they were saying.  All I could hear was the immense pounding between my ears.  

“I’m gonna have to stop at my house to grab something.  I can’t find it here.”  Aunty said coming in the car.  When her door slammed my head slammed.  I must have groaned cause suddenly she was leaning back staring at me.  

“Whats wrong with Ashley?”  

“Headache.”

“Ugh.  I’ll grab her some Motrin from the house.”  

Then the car was starting and we were moving.  I didn’t bother to look up once.  The sun was shining on my eyelids causing minor discomfort.  And just like earlier the bright afternoon was mocking me.